Sunday, January 21, 2007

Pho-ning it in...

I had, I promise you, all manner of fascinating anecdote and deep thought to share with you this weekend, but I am, simply, TOO TIRED.

So you will just have to make do, for today, with this little piece of WonderBaby trivia: her current favourite food - preferred over such adored, but lesser, delicacies as blueberries, yogourt, cheese (old cheddar), tofu and cake - is pho. With chopsticks.

Moments later, she lifted the bowl and attempted to slurp all of the brothy goodness from the bottom, most of which ended up pouring down her front and into her diaper instead. A messy but noble effort.

Why am I sharing this? No reason. I can wring no special significance, no commentary on childhood or parenting or culture, from this particularly piece of trivia. There is no obvious poetry here, no obvious point of departure for philosophic reflection on the beautiful mess that is babyhood, childhood, family.

37 Comments:

I am in love with her t shirt. That is freakin' hilarious. Also? Pho's good food (if you don't get the kind with tendon- blech) Your baby is pretty damn good with chopsticks-- mine would have had that thing all over himself and the floor in two seconds flat.

OK, Wonderbaby is now using chopsticks, and my two year old still can't use a spoon. Something is clearly wrong here.

But what I really wanted to point out was how amazing that WB is suddenly looking so much like a little kid and less like a baby! Must be all that new hair growing in, but she's really starting to look toddler-ish, and it's adorable.

Where are you getting Pho these days? Pho Linh on College is pretty good. Had Golden Turtle's (on Ossington, not St. Clair) on the weekend - not so good. BTW, have you seen the swank joint on Dundas at Brock? Looks alright...

Awesome! And the t-shirt is one I have to acquire for my cat, as my kids are just a little bit too old to think they have me fooled. Although I don't know, as they are 11 and 14, so I'll ask them if it would be funny or not. Certainly our cat would be perfect for that shirt, assuming I could get a shirt on our cat. I mean, without a trip to the emergency room.

Pho does not exist in this Dojo. Seriously, can I envy people who live in a place with real restaurants more?

Anyway, I tried to comment a few nights ago when Blogger was being all Crane-kicked to the head stupid. Alls I was going to say is this: if a simple and endearing anecdote about a child ever becomes too small a subject to blog about, then I'll be waxing off this blogosphere faster than you can say "get outta dodge."

OK, I have now mixed so many metaphors and cultural references that I should be well and truly hog-tied. Later.

That's kah-ray-zee! I don't even eat pho! LOVE the chopsticks. LOVE.We took Henry out to eat the other night--his first time 'at the table' as it were. I was so proud to watch him shove pasta and red sauce into his face.Even more so since Grandma was giving him the bath that night!